Heron in flight
What roused me
from my daydream
was the sound of a heron
flying overhead as I stood
in the supermarket car park
It was down by the Thames
one cold January morning
and the heavy flap flap flap
of its wings surprised me
I looked up and watched
as it flew off into the distance
into the silence
I knew that it was heading south
perhaps to Crayford marshes
or beyond and I wondered
whether I would ever see it again
John Lyons